Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Swaziland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Toni Rubio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.